You are so great, but you lean low and take notice of the lowly in life and lift us high. You notice the oppressed and make them feel like princes. You notice orphans whose parents have left them in spirit or death and make them part of your glorious family. You notice the blind and other handicapped and make them feel like kings. Some day you will give everyone that kind of glorious body Jesus had. Then I will be able to praise you in ways I never imagined. You, who made me, are more amazing than words can say.

Lord, I was so foolish and thoughtless yesterday.  I bought a new pair of shoes I did not need when I know a family that needed help with their electric bill.  I think I will take the shoes back and send them the money in the mail anonymously.

Thank you for days when I feel your peace despite goings on around me.  When I look at the birds hopping around, looking for things out of which to make their nests, I smile. When I listen to the dove you sent me a few weeks ago, my heart stops racing and slows to an easy pace. When I notice the buds on them, they remind me how quietly they peek out from their branches and slip into my spring day with aromatic sweetness.  Thank you, God, for all that you make for my pleasure.